They drew up an official report. It is customary. It is not sufficient to kill people. An official report must also be drawn up. Young Baudin had to sign it, upon which, on the demand of the Commissary of Police, they "made over" to him the body of his brother. During these signatures, Gindrier in the courtyard of the hospital, attempted if not to console, at least to calm the two despairing women. Suddenly a man who had entered the courtyard, and who had attentively watched him for some moments, came abruptly up to him,-- "What are you doing there?" "What is that to you?" said Gindrier. "You have come to fetch Baudin's body?" "Yes." "Is this your carriage?" "Yes." "Get in at once, and pull down the blinds." "What do you mean?" "You are the Representative Gindrier. I know you. You were this morning on the barricade. If any other than myself should see you, you are lost." Gindrier followed his advice and got into the _fiacre_. While getting in he asked the man: "Do you belong to the Police?" The man did not answer. A moment after he came and said in a low voice, near the door of the _fiacre_ in which Gindrier was enclosed,-- "Yes, I eat the bread, but I do not do the work." The two men sent by the Commissary of Police took Baudin on his wooden bed and carried him to the _fiacre_. They placed him at the bottom of the _fiacre_ with his face covered, and enveloped from head to foot in a shroud. A workman who was there lent his cloak, which was thrown over the corpse in order not to attract the notice of passers-by. Madame L---- took her place by the side of the body, Gindrier opposite, young Baudin next to Gindrier. A _fiacre_ followed, in which were the other relative of Baudin and a medical student named Dutèche. They set off. During the journey the head of the corpse, shaken by the carriage, rolled from shoulder to shoulder; the blood began to flow from the wound and appeared in large red patches through the white sheet. Gindrier with his arms stretched out and his hand placed on its breast, prevented it from falling forwards; Madame L---- held it up by the side. They had told the coachman to drive slowly; the journey lasted more than an hour. When they reached No. 88, Rue de Clichy, the bringing out of the body attracted a curious crowd before the door. The neighbors flocked thither. Baudin's brother, assisted by Gindrier and Dutèche, carried up the corpse to the fourth floor, where Baudin resided. It was a new house, and he had only lived there a few months.